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PART FOUR - D - Please read Part Four C before continuing on
As he made his way towards the kitchen and the storeroom where he knew he would find some old clothes in Riya's size, he heard the short but high pitched loud yelp coming from the opposite direction. Shivam stood statue still, his mind active again. Now what? Chanda better not have fallen again, I don't have time for this... he grit his teeth in annoyance before going back in the direction he had just come from; maybe Chanda really had fallen and hurt herself even worse afterall. However, he stopped in his tracks again when he heard the muffled movement further and in the opposite direction to where he had left Chanda. Forgetting his hunt for the spare clothes for Riya almost immediately, he changed directions in the dark and moved towards the strange noises coming from where he was sure Riya's mat was situated. Shivam frowned for a moment, careful not to bump into anything in the dark when he saw her, the muted light of the moon just catching her movements in the dark as she flashed past him only a few feet away. He ground his jaw shut at the sight of her, What the f**k is she doing walking around like that?! Even in this light he could see her legs were bare, even if she seemed to be wearing something on top. Without waiting around another second he reached out to her before she moved further away, his body instantly coming alive again the moment his hand made contact with her arm as it shot out to her. Shivam couldn't help the aggressive undertones in his movements, it always seemed like she brought that side out of him even if all he had ever seemed to want to do these days was spank some damned sense into her bare ass as she lay over his knee... her damned impetuousness was frustrating just as much as it was arousing. As quickly as it entered his head he banished the thought; the last f**king thing he needed was a hard-on as he skulked about in the dark! He yanked on her arm, hurling her into him before manoeuvring her back firmly against the wide wooden pillar by her mat; when she yelped out in surprise he immediately recognised it as the same sound that had caught his attention. "What the hell are you doing down here? I told you to go to bed!" he practically growled out the words as he hovered over her, their bodies a foot apart as he held her still. He was taken back by her scathing voice when she spat her response back in his face, her warm breath reaching up to his lips, "Why should I?!" His hands squeezed around her bare upper arms instinctively as she squirmed in his grip, already trying to get away from him. What the hell is wrong with her? he thought; when he had left her in the washroom she was not this angry; frustrated maybe but this was something else. He clenched his jaw before grinding out the words in his wavering patience now, "Riya, it's the middle of the night... you obviously can't handle your damned pain-killers and-" His eyes widened in the dark when she hissed out her interruption, "No!" again she squirmed, trying her level best to shrug out of his arms as tears sprung to her eyes seemingly out of nowhere. What the...? He was confused and getting increasingly angry with her and the usual knot was forming in his chest whenever he saw the wetness in her eyes. "Go and play doctor and patient with Chanda. You don't have to worry about me... just gettoff!" So... it seemed the little fire cracker in front of him had seen him afterall, followed him downstairs and come to her own ridiculous conclusions... maybe not so ridiculous considering what an asshole he had been to her in the last few months. His chest ached at her accusatory words, unable to even imagine feeling that way for Chanda. He couldn't give a damn about her; whatever he had done was out of basic human kindness and nothing more! Shivam felt the cord of his barely contained control snap in two before slamming his body into hers as their chests connected. He swallowed the shiver running through him the moment his lips brushed over hers, softly, barely a kiss as he kept his lips still and unmoving over hers and breathing her in to him. It wasn't a kiss, he didn't know what it was... just that his lips were over hers, unmoving and sensitive and tickling, the feeling daring him to just kiss her into his submission as he pressed his chest into her. He could feel every movement of her laboured breathing, cutting her off before she even had a chance to speak and hiss at him again like a helpless kitten; his voice was deep, even as he half-whispered over her lips, "What the hell is wrong with you?... I'm losing my damned patience Riya. When I said. Stay. In. The. Room. I didn't mean come down here. Do you forget the Hindi language when I speak to you or something?" His lips had grazed over hers the entire time, driving them both insane... he was sure him even more so as her loose hair tickled over his forearms whilst he held her steady. He clamped his jaw shut, his damned cock out of control yet again and straining through his jeans and no doubt very obviously present to his wife as he stayed his body against hers. Her voice rose minutely as she hurled her words back at him, the adorable scowl over her face making her look a thousand times more beautiful to him, "You can't boss me around anymore! You don't love me! You don't want me. Why am I here? Why do I even care ab-" even as she raged out her words he hadn't moved his lips from hers, her breath flowing into him whilst she shouted under her breath. When the dim light flicked on in the bedroom opposite them he couldn't help but swear out loud before pressing his body harder into her and making their footprint as small as possible lest they be seen; the pillar was only so big! "F**k!" Even as he uttered the profanity against her lips she gasped out, not used to hearing such language come out of his mouth; the look in her eye making him want to show her exactly what other kinds of things she hadn't known he was capable of. Their eyes locked and he ground out the words when the dim light still hadn't turned off, "Shut. Up. Riya" he slid one hand up her soft skin and wrapped it around her upper arm, absently noting the feel of a t-shirt around her small bicep. God... she's wearing my t-shirt... don't look... not now for godsakes... his jaw worked as the image of his wife garbed only in his t-shirt started to form harder knots of arousal in his lower abdominals. And he was still f**king angry with her for walking around like this in the dark. Well... at least he knew why she was so angry at him, thinking he had been messing around with Chanda in the middle of the night. Knowing that she could even think that way about him irritated him, his anger spiking dangerously again. Shivam bucked his hips into her, his manhood pushing into her as she flinched and bit her own lip at the contact; he used his eyes to communicate to her, the harsh glare telling her to stop her movement, silently ordering her not to dare whimper even as he wanted to roll his eyes back in his head at the pleasurable feel of her. He didn't shift his lips away from hers even a little, "Be quiet unless you want to get caught" he whispered to her even as she instinctively pressed herself further into him and he was sure he was going to damn well moan out at the sensation; no doubt she was light headed from the tablets and had leaned further into him for suppport. "Will you just get OFF? I don't care if I'm caught!" she railed at him quietly, her low but harsh voice belying what she had just said. She tried to wriggle free of his vice like grip, except he responded by clamping her shut between his arms and the hard wall of his body when she did something completely unexpected. He felt her push herself up, her incredible softness sliding up his body as she surely stood on the tips of her toes and of all the things he had never expected, she leaned forward, deepening the brush of her mouth against his before taking his lip in-between her own and...she bit him. "I said let me go!" she almost shouted at him with fire in her eyes when she pulled back from him in mere seconds. His cock had solidified to steel as he simply looked down at her in abject shock, his lips slightly parted and aching from where she had pinched him with her teeth. His mouth was still, never having left hers as he lowered his head with her own movement and completely unable to speak for a moment until his voice somehow dislodged free. "God... did you just-" Just as he was about to say what he was damned well sure had just actually happened and he hadn't imagined, they froze in each others' embrace when they both heard her voice. "Is anyone there? Eh? Who is there, I heard you!" If the clarity of her raspy and sleepy voice was anything to go by he was sure dadi could only be a few feet away. God... holy mother of god... his dadi was mere feet away, his wife pinned in his arms and half-naked in his t-shirt against a damned pillar, his manhood having lost complete f**king control as it hammered into her trembling belly and his entire being ready to wrap her legs around his waist and f**k her right here... the whole household could have woken at any moment and she thought that biting him had been a good f**king idea?! She had to be insane if she thought that had been a good idea! What did she think she was playing at? Did she think it would anger him and he would just let her run off into the night? Didn't she know anything about men for f**k sake?! Her little display to provoke his anger had provoked something else entirely, only serving to connect a line straight to his dick and now all he wanted to do was clamp his hungry mouth over hers and suck on her tongue until he made her moan and beg for more of him; the whole world and Dadi just around the corner be damned. Even with his obvious arousal bucking into her and out of his control she still spoke louder; she was insane and not to mention seething mad at him as he manoeuvred her to the other side of the pillar some more, not wanting either them to get caught. "You don't need to protect m-" Shivam grit his teeth as she spoke again; f**k, if she kept raising her voice like this she really would wake the whole damn house and so he cut her off immediately, his own voice strained and as low as he could keep it "I'm not! Will you shut your mouth!" His eyebrows rose in incredulity when she hissed at him, louder still, "No! I won't! I hate you!" she spat out the words even as her tears accompanied them. Shivam's face turned to stone, not believing a damned word she said as her beautiful tears continued to fall in her hidden agony and yet his voice came out hard and cold. "Is that right? Look... I don't care Riya, alright? Just-" fresh tears sprung to her eyes, their lips having never parted the whole time they were enmeshed together and he could taste the saltiness of her pain now, the deep brown of her irises impossibly sad and angry at him all at the same time. "I know you don't!" he felt her suck the air into her lungs, her mouth only able to take his breath into her, leaving her no room to turn her head. She gave up even trying and now she was sobbing as silently as she could, right then and there and into his mouth. He clenched his jaw hard enough to shatter bone, unable to stand the hurt wracking through her at his words yet again... they couldn't do this here. It was asking for trouble, didn't she understand that? "Riya, this is not the place t-" Just as he was about to try and calm her down, the medication having no doubt lowered her inhibitions in her upset state, they were interrupted by dadi's voice once again.
"Eh! Who was that? Show yourself! I'm warning you... I'll scream and the whole house will wake up and then you'll be sorry!" To Shivam's complete horror his eyes widened again as Riya made to shout back at him, "I don-" he didn't think or plan, acting only on pure instinct as he fully welded his lips to hers, effectively cutting off her voice as he finally shut her up. He felt her struggle against him, her further rage only spurring him on and making him swallow hard as his mouth worked over hers; he felt like the eye of a storm as he tilted his head into her own before hearing the tiniest and most erotic feminine whimper leave her lips and into his mouth. The sound of her curled through his chest and straight to his cock as he instinctively bucked further into her; his tongue couldn't help but part her tremulous and velvet soft lips, tasting her like sweet nectar after the drought he had suffered since the last time he had allowed himself to have her like this. He felt her body shiver almost uncontrollably against his and even as the kiss had started off as a preventative measure to shut her up, slowly turning innocent and soft... it had now become hungry, fervent even, and he thrust his tongue into her welcoming if angry mouth as another sweet whimper left her lips. Oh God... I could drown in you... He held back the moan desperately needing its release, his throat aching before he gave in to the need for more as his tongue glided over her now wet lips, his own saliva coating her as he laved at her. He returned her earlier favour, sinking his own teeth into her plump, soft flesh and he felt her tremble against the hard wall of him, the tension and coiled need ready to spring at her in any moment. He couldn't... wouldn't do more than kiss her here and so Shivam held back with godlike strength; he bit her harder needing to elicit her earlier response as she pleased him with yet another tiny whimper into his mouth, Dadi still standing only feet away. He was sure his heart was going to explode or stop or both with the fear of being caught blistering through him. F**k... Riya... I need to shut you up like this more often, he thought as the length of him held her firmly and still in his hard arms, his own thighs had pushed into and around her as his body knew exactly what it needed when her small fingers dug into his solid pectorals defining his chest. He loved it when her hands were on him, anywhere, any place.
Riya's mind went blank, drowning suddenly in the overwhelming feel of the man she had been wanting more than air itself and here he was, now shutting her up with his own mouth. She hadn't been able to keep from gasping in, taking in his breath as she automatically sucked the air into her lungs from her surprise. However, the shock of his entire body leaning into her own had given way to some kind of acceptance even as she wanted to slap him at the same time... either way it didn't matter, her body responded to him as though he had always been part of her. As though it knew him and her heart ached and soared at the feel of him finally consuming her in his embrace. No matter how much she wanted to hit him, she had needed this more and when the needy whimper of her own voice left her mouth she barely recognised the sound as her mind spun and fell into him for more and more. Please... Shivam... her thoughts silently begged him to give her what she needed from her husband, his need, his body and soul as his lips slid and sucked like a man starved at her own... both man and wife losing their minds hidden by a pillar just a few millimetres wider than their shoulders. She was terrified, excited... beyond aroused and ready to kick him for what she had seen him do only minutes ago. Ready to push him away from her body just as much as she felt her hands grasping and pulling him into her. Her throat ached every single time she breathed in his unique scent... like sensual sandalwood lulling her into his submission as the other fresh ocean-like notes made her want to taste him, lick him back and bite into him. She couldn't believe she had bit him even as she had done it, her rage had broiled through her until she lost her senses and before she knew what she was doing she was trying to hurt him, attack him somehow and lash out at him in her tear-filled state.
He was so damned sexy... even in the dark she could read his features, his stubbled jaw flexing and clenching as he battled with whatever emotion had overcome him, the black spikes of his hair falling over his unwavering eyes as the intensity roiled and rolled off him and over her like the darkest and blackest chocolate. Her breasts were aching, the unaccustomed sensation of her hard nipples pressing into him as though her body didn't understand the concept of modesty and constraint. Shame wasn't a word she understood right now, not when he was loving her in this way yet again. She wanted him to cup her aching breasts, to relieve her in the way only he could. Her every nerve ending pulsed with a primal, natural need to mate with him as her lower belly wouldn't stop trembling, shivering and aching to connect with him in the most visceral way. When she felt the deep, sonorous tumbling of his voice caress over her lips like an erotic whisper, her womb had contracted and she couldn't mistake the hot pulse between her thighs, her cleft now soaked and aching for something only he could soothe. She wanted him, the way only a woman could want a man to touch her and make her submit to him until he was everywhere on her, around her, in her. When he touched her, she felt alive and female and whole... she lost herself. Feeling his own arousal and hardness jut and buck into her belly had made her swallow back her desperation over and over again, not knowing whether she should push him away or push into him at the incredible feeling of his virility and need pulsing against her. It excited her that he felt confident enough to show her what she obviously did to him and yet the anger still bubbled on the edges of her peripheral thoughts as she couldn't shake the sight of him with his strong, warm arms around another woman. She hadn't heard their conversation, she hadn't needed to as she had watched him crouch down and speak to Chanda before scooping her up in his arms. Just the stinging memory of it was bringing her back to her senses, making her want to bite him until it actually hurt this time. Did he think he could keep getting away with it? That he could keep pushing her away before yanking her back to him like she was some kind of unemotional yo-yo? Her body slowed down and she could feel her small hands fisting at his shirt, wanting to shove him away from her, to stop giving him the satisfaction of knowing just what he did to her. Who the hell did he think he was?! Her body might have wanted him, her heart might have even needed him bit she wasn't just some puppet that he could do with what he liked. She had a damned brain and she chastised herself for letting her body and heart take over yet again. She wouldn't let him have her like this, not again!
"Aray! Chanda!" he heard Dadi's voice hiss out a whisper, "What are you doing out here? I would have nearly killed you with this, I'm telling you. You shouldn't be wandering out in the dark like a thief! Eh?" Shivam heard the irritation and relief in the old crone's voice at finding that she wasn't alone with an intruder afterall. Her voice had jolted him back to reality, his lips suddenly pulling away and breaking the heated contact with Riya as they both completely stilled their movements at dadi's and now Chanda's presence; it was taking all his concentration to get his breath back after the way she had kissed him back just as desperately. This whole damned thing was getting out of hand and quickly. He was sure dadi's voice was louder, harsher and much too close for comfort as it quickly stripped away the haze from between them, their eyes locked on one another in a heady mixture of pure arousal, frustration and the fear of getting caught at any moment. And he was sure he could see something else in Riya's eyes... renewed anger perhaps as she seemed to distance herself from him in mind if not in body. "Please forgive me Dadiji. I had gone to the washroom upstairs and I tripped over something. Shivam was so kind, he helped... he helped me to come back downstairs. I was just getting some water before coming back to bed... forgive me, I never meant to t-to frighten you Dadiji" he listened to her intently even as Riya's eyes darkened impossibly in the muted light; he wasn't even sure why she was still angry after Chanda's explanation and yet something about what the girl had said didn't sit right with him. How was she able to walk to the kitchen on that foot? He had expected her to just walk the short distance and into dadi's room, not go on a mini-trek around to the kitchen. However, right this moment he could have blessed her; he was sure they would have been caught had Chanda not made herself known to dadi when she had... their being caught had been much too close for comfort. He must have lost his f**king mind if he was locking lips with his half dressed wife in the middle of the night and that too only a short distance from dadi's bedroom. What the hell had Riya turned him into? He felt like he was some hormonal teenager unable to control himself whenever he was just thinking of her or around her! This kind of behaviour wasn't damn well conducive to living with the rest of the family; not in a million years would he have thought that once he had married he would have desired his wife so voraciously and yet here they were, unable to keep their hands off each other even in the situation he had imposed on them as he pushed her away a little more every day. If he had confused Riya, then he was ten times more confused... he was losing his mind; he had slept so little in the past few months that he must have finally snapped because he didn't even damn well recognise himself anymore. Just as Chanda gave her explanation he felt Riya's breath against his cheek and mouth as his face remained tilted down to her, his already hard erection twitched yet again at her movement against him, Oh God... did she just push her breasts into my chest? Again? He could hardly believe it, sure of himself that she would have wanted to run far away in the opposite direction after feeling his unashamed arousal digging and practically begging permission to enter her even through their clothes... well, his clothes. However, one look at her face told him all he needed to know... she hadn't been pressing into him, no, she was furious at Chanda's words rather than appeased and she had huffed out in her anger at him, fisting her hand harder into his chest than was necessary. No she hadn't tried to get closer; she was angry with him still and trying to inflict pain as though a butterfly could knock over a wall of granite with its flapping wings. He hadn't even realised that she was trying to hurt him until he looked at her body language. Shivam grabbed her wrists, stilling her movement before she damn well hurt herself because she sure as hell wasn't going to hurt him by whatever she thought she was doing. Their breathing came out ragged and deep against one another's skin, their own silent drama unfolding in each other's embrace as the conversation around the corner continued. "No... no you did well. You're a good girl Chanda... you keep doing things like that beta, eh? Come now, come to bed before we wake everyone... you have a lot to do tomorrow..." Chanda replied almost too quickly, "But Dadiji, I didn't do it on purpose, I-" her words were interrupted as was dadi's usual style, "Yes, yes... enough of that now, eh. Lets just go back to sleep..." He frowned, still gripping Riya's wrists into stillness as he listened to dadi's encouraging words at how well' Chanda had done. What the hell was going on? He was sick to death of being everyone's pawn; it was clear that dadi and bua had wanted to hook him up with Chanda; that had been too obvious to ignore. But this conversation seemed even more off, as though Chanda was keeping something even from dadi. Whatever. We need to get the hell out of here. He shrugged the thought off when he felt her wriggle against him yet again; he was quickly losing patience with her once more, couldn't she damn well understand where they were? Just as he heard the door to dadi's room click closed and the dim light seeping in from her room finally blinked off, he felt Riya tug hard at him, almost yanking herself out of his grasp and pulling on her damaged shoulder. Shivam's anger broke through the surface then, he ground out through gritted teeth as he kept his voice down and dangerously close to shouting at her as his blood raced, "Stop it! You're going to get us caught!" he almost shook her to reinforce his words, but instead remained still. "I don't care. Then dadi will have no choice but to bash my head in my sleep with that stupid radio of hers and finish me off once and for all. That should make you all happy" she spoke the words out, the tremble in her voice as she tried to keep it level telling him that all she wanted to do was cry or scream at him or maybe even scratch his eyes out. Her tears rolled down in her bristling anger as she shoved uselessly at him again and he was sure that she had finally lost her head when she had spoken her crazy words. Shivam couldn't help but smirk at her words, loving her reference to the radio that dadi practically ate and slept with; the corner of his lips tugging upwards and now beyond aroused at the woman pushing and shoving in his embrace. She was so f**king cute even when she was seething and enraged with him, he couldn't help but want to goad her even if he knew he was playing with fire. Unable to push back his arousal, he ground his jaw again and purposefully shoved his hips into her body now stilling her as he made it very obvious what effect she was having on him, "Riya, don't be ridiculous. And keep doing that and you'll find out exactly what I'll do back to you... I'm warning you" his voice had turned thick, deep and wanting even as he had kept it low in the blackness surrounding them; his breathing had completely lost all rhythm as his chest heaved into her and as hers did into his. Her voice cracked, no doubt at the feel of his manhood now completely flush against her belly with just his jeans and her t-shirt between them. "You can warn me all you want! Get off! I'm FINE without you, ok?... I'll just go back to my mat and you can forget anything ever happened tonight. Go and dream about Chanda. Go and kiss her instead! I don't know why you keep kissing me anyway. I hate you Shivam! Just leave me alone, alright!" she bristled and shivered against him, his eyes narrowing and his breathing deepening at her words. He silently found himself vowing never to give her those tablets ever again; he really hadn't seen her behave like this before and as much as it inexplicably turned him on, he hated that she was hurting so much and so obviously having lost her inhibitions and nearly getting them caught in the process. Shivam unpinned her for barely a moment, her body whirling away from him almost instantly before he yanked her back by her waist and careful not to hurt the skin over her shoulder. He pulled her so firmly that her back slammed into his chest and his hard cock now straining like a damned obelisk against his too tight jeans, pushing and grinding against her lower back as she whimpered even as he bit back his own moan. He found his face achingly close to her neck, knowing his eyes had darkened at their new position against each other and replaying her last words to him. He was angry with her and he wasn't even sure why and still he wanted her. "Don't mess with me tonight. I'm exhausted, you're hurt and I'm not leaving you by yourself in this state. Go ahead and scream, even if Dadi tells me to chuck you out the window... which I probably should... I won't... and you can be responsible for another damned scene in this house..." He leaned in closer to her, his lips now brushing against the intensely sensitive skin on her neck as she squirmed in his arms; he wasn't sure if she was leaning away from him or into him, but he couldn't keep the cool anger and hot need in his voice from filtering over her trembling frame before speaking again, "... and don't worry Riya, I won't kiss you ever again. It was my mistake... " he felt the shudder flow through her entire body at the feel of his lips against her neck, his deep voice tumbling over her skin like the deepest vibration as his own body hummed in need for her, to just damn well sink into her once and for all and breathe her in. And yet he held back, hating himself for the promise he had just made. It was needed after what they had just shared in; the intensity they seemed to create in one another's presence was so all consuming that he wondered how in god's name he hadn't taken her with him and far away from this place so he could just be with his wife the way he ached. The truth was she was right, he shouldn't have been kissing her every time they met like this and yet his body and heart and mind synchronised in their need to touch her, love her like she was part of him and he couldn't stop. Damn him to hell, but he didn't know how to anymore; it was what was making the whole f**king thing unbearable, forcing himself to stay far far away from her despite his natural desperation to meld with her. Without giving her a chance to reply, her own chest heaving erotically at the sound of his bass voice, he bent down and hooked his arms under her bare thighs as he slid one arm around her waist. Even as he swung her into and against him he realised all too late that his hand had ridden up the t-shirt she wore, his both palms now flush against the bare skin of her thighs and midriff and aching to caress over her silken heat. I swear to God this woman is going to give me a damned heart attack, Shivam grit his teeth for what felt like the thousandth time, her still mute form in his arms as he carried her as quickly as he could back up the stairs. His brain was so tired and drained that he felt the sudden light headedness overtake him, causing him to pause at the top of the stairs for a moment and gain his balance even as his thoughts continued to race. Why do I keep kissing her like I need her to breathe? Maybe because she is your whole life asshole. Maybe because you keep hurting her and the only f**king way you can make yourself feel better is to kiss her. His inner thoughts spewed the hatred back at himself, showing no compassion... neither did he want it; he damned well deserved to suffer for what he was doing to her. It was as though he became someone else when she pushed his buttons, goading him and grating on him until he didn't know what else to do other than fuse his mouth to hers, the sensations flooding him with pure and unadulterated relief. Except it was all so damned wrong! Every time he pushed her away with one hand, he couldn't help but pull her back to him with the other. He needed to f**king stop. It wasn't fair to her, not when he was going to let her go in the end... not when he was going to break her anyway once his time with her was up. Not when he was damning himself to an eternity without her. He felt her small hand squeeze his forearm; when he looked down at her he saw the concern and worry in her eyes for him making his chest contract, "Put me down Shivam... I can walk there myself" she half ordered, half asked him and he was surprised that she wasn't still hissing and spitting at him like an adorable little garden snake trying to be a big bad viper. He raised his eyebrow for a moment before dropping it, "No way. I'm not risking you running off and then I'll have to find you again" was all he said, effectively silencing her as he walked into the room and put her down near the bed; he slid his eyes from her half-naked body and walked to the door before locking it shut. When he turned back around he found her twisting the t-shirt in her hands, the hem coming half way down her caramel thighs and baggy over her shoulders. He couldn't help but stalk up to her before stopping short, the sight of her tightening his core all over again as if it had ever stopped anyway. "And next time you decide to go gallivanting around the house in the dead of night, put some damned trousers on and cover your legs. Anyone could have seen you like this" he sliced the air infront of him as he growled out the words, angry that she would take such a risk. Her body was for him and no one else, ever. He ignored the blaring fact that in only a few short months he wouldn't even be allowed to visit her, let alone claim her body as his. God... he was too tired for this shit. The exhaustion rippled over him like tar as if dragging him under with what little energy he had left. "I need to sleep Riya and so do you. Come on... take it off"
Riya frowned, looking bewildered and a little panicked at what he had just asked her to do. She was unsure and her enitre body was buzzing and humming and aching from the way his lips had moved against her skin, the feel of his scorching palms against her body and the feel of his arousal tightening a hundred thousand knots in her own womb and yet, she wasn't quite comprehending whatever it was he thought she should be doing right now. She shook her head, "I don't need to take my clothes off Shivam". He scowled at her response, not quite believing what he had just heard, "You're beautiful Riya, but I'm not some damned monster that I want to ogle you while you're hurt. Stop being so damned stupid" he couldn't stop himself from insulting her yet again, the images of her naked now swimming through his head and clearing the cobwebs of tiredness away for a while. He grit his teeth and spoke slowly in his frustration at what could only be her wilful ignorance, "Take. Off. Your. Bra" he practically spelt it out like she didn't understand his language or had lost a few brain cells. He watched her flinch at his words, words he knew all too well that only a husband could have the right to utter to his wife. "No!" she gasped out to him, clearly shocked at what he had asked her to do as she took a step back from him, her hands still dangling to her sides. He had had enough messing around; his patience had completely atrophied and he took a step towards her as his own response hardened into granite and he clenched his jaw yet again, "Riya take the damned thing off now or I swear to you I'm going to do it myself in three seconds flat. Your choice" he let the words hang between them as her face contorted softly into a frown, her breathing heavier as his eyes dropped to her heaving chest before looking back up at face. "Fine you stupid pig!" she spat the words out at him in her obvious misunderstanding even if he had been too tired to explain; he had been sure would have understood his meaning. He watched her reach behind and under the t-shirt when she suddenly hissed out in pain, no doubt she had stretched the raw skin around her shoulder. Shivam had already closed the distance between them, concern etched over his face as he placed a hand on her arm to still her. "Stop. Come here..." he looked down at her, now close enough to breathe in her floral jasmine scent once again, making him want to take deeper breaths in. She looked up at him, uncertainty in her beautiful doe shaped eyes before he swallowed hard and moved behind her. He stood still, his hands by his sides as he felt a sudden weight over his heart and feeling utterly defeated; he couldn't stop the sigh leaving his lips before he spoke at her obviously tense and worried form, "Riya just relax. I'm not going to do anything" he tried to calm and soothe her even if he felt the sting of his own annoyance. What the hell did she think he was? An animal that couldn't control himself? Maybe when she wasn't hurt and in pain, but this wasn't exactly the f**king time to be thinking such things. He swallowed hard again before slowly and gently lifting his t-shirt higher up her back, his fingers unintentionally brushing against her skin as he felt the fine and unceasing tremor in her body at his touch. He felt his arousal thicken between his thighs, a lump of need lodged in his throat and his entire body tense and wide awake once again. It had surely been an eternity already as he continued sliding the soft material up until he reached the edges of the dainty pink clasp of her bra. He could hear her; her breathing deep and tremulous as the tips of his fingers begged him to touch her more, to caress her, knead her the way he was always meant to touch her. And yet he kept his decorum, kept his distance as he focussed on calming his own breathing. He knew his fingers were calloused and rough from all the training and workout sessions he put himself through and he hoped somewhere in the back of his mind that his touch didn't disgust her. He hooked his fingers into the straps, her back suddenly flinching against his touch as he unhooked her bra and he would have bet his life right there that he had heard the soft whimper leave her mouth, like a damned mating call to him. Back away now Shivam... step the hell back from her... he silently ordered and warned himself, knowing how f**king close he had come to stepping into her, sliding his hands round to her front and raising his palms until his hands cupped her bare breasts, her bra hitched up and her back arching into him. He clenched his teeth hard enough to shatter diamonds, breathing hard and wilfully shaking the image out of his head before he did something completely insane. Finally he stepped back from her, letting his t-shirt drop back down over her silky skin, his breathing matching her own heavy and laboured. His voice was husky even to his own ears as she turned back to him, her face now suffused with the sexiest pink blush he had ever seen as she bit into her lip and looking anywhere but him. She moved her arms then, trying to shimmy out of the lacy lingerie without taking the shirt off and he decided to make his damned voice work before he threw himself at her, "Your skin will heal better without... without your bra. And the straps pinching into your skin... you shouldn't sleep with it on" If I had my way she would never wear that ridiculous thing to bed... he thought heatedly to himself as he tried to look away; how many times had he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulling her into his as they lay in bed together, feeling the tough strap of her bra pinching her skin and wishing with everything he was that he could just tear the f**king thing in half and never have to feel it on her again? At least not in their bed where his hands should have been free to wander over her. He swallowed again, now pulling at his hair and feeling the defined muscles above his shoulders harden and bunch in response to his thoughts, the tension wracking through him. Not a day went by that he missed the way she used to massage the tension out of his shoulders after a long day at work. He would be sat on the edge of the bed as she perched herself on her knees behind him; kneading his muscles into her submission, talking happily about her day as her gentle voice lulled him soothingly. However, he very much doubted he would feel soothed by her hands now, considering his raging erection at present.
He clamped his jaw hard enough that it hurt, forcing the thoughts away and running his hands through his hair once again and pulling until it hurt. He dropped his arm, beyond tired and sexually frustrated even as his heart ached for her, "Riya... just go to sleep. Please. I'll be right here on the couch if you need me" he gestured with his left hand to the small L-shaped two-seater sofa tucked away in the corner of the room before making his way to it and not waiting for her reply. He was so f**king tired, his body and brain completely drained after their midnight escapade and the close call with dadi... not to mention the roller coaster his body and hormones had just been on and was still on. As he walked away from her he heard her soft voice, gentle and soft and in complete opposition to her earlier tirade against his chest, "Shivam?..." she paused until he fully turned to her, waiting for her, "Please let me get you something to eat? You're hungry... I know you are" Almost immediately he shook a negatory with his head, not bothering to answer her aloud before moving to turn again. "Then... then at least sleep on the bed next to me? I'll stay on my side, I promise..." her sad eyes looked down again and he found himself inwardly flinching at her words, wanting nothing more than to wrap her in his arms and bury his face in her warmth; he knew he would drop off to sleep in seconds if his damned cock would let him. However, he shook his head again before gravelling out his words, "No... thanks. I'm good on the couch" he said levelly and even as he finished the last syllable he saw her face morph from quiet sadness to hurt and disappointment and anger. He felt her fluster towards him, his eyes gravitating to her bare breasts moving freely under his t-shirt in the muted light of the corner lamp and his body coiled up again. He found himself instinctively taking a step back from her this time, his need to hurl her into his bed, yank her top up and sink his mouth over her breasts was now all too powerful and consuming at her proximity and his badly wavering willpower. He was truly beyond and above exhausted; he needed her, he was a man and he needed more than anything to lose himself in his wife. Shivam took another step back amidst the rippling thoughts, his throat moved as he swallowed back the pain in her eyes as he moved away from her. Her voice was laced with hurt when she spoke to him, her small hands fisting by her sides, "Fine. If you can't bear to be anywhere near me Shivam then at least go and eat something. You obviously didn't have dinner with the rest of the family when you walked in on me. So either you let me get you something or you can go and get it yourself, but I wont shut up until you do" her voice had both trembled and bristled as she spoke each word to him and he fell in love with her all over again like he did every time she tried to take care of him. However, even as his heart had melted when he took yet another step back from her, his voice had come out hard just as he intended as the tension of being unable to hold her licked through his veins like an all consuming ache. There was no f**king way she was walking out there without a bra on. "Fine" he rumbled out, "I'll go and get something, but you better be in that bed by the time I get back or I'm not eating no matter how much you whine and blather on, understood? Don't think for one minute that just because I'm letting you stay in here you can tell me what to do. You can't, you signed the papers, remember? That means you signed away whatever rights you had on me" he pointed to the bed, his throat aching at his hateful words to her, "this is just until you get better. But I'm tired and I don't want to listen to you complain for the rest of the night" Shivam watched her face drop further and further until his heart cracked at the unmistakable hurt in her eyes, knowing just how much she hated him bossing her about and needing to throw in the insults to remind her that little had changed between them. It wasn't exactly a secret that he wanted her, desired her... but for all intents and purposes she didn't know how he felt and he preferred to keep it that way. Nothing had changed in his decision to let her go; if anything it had strengthened after hearing the way his mother and dadi and bua had verbally torn her to shreds. He might have lost his control once or twice but he wasn't bringing her into his family to f**k her life up more than he already had. After seeing the passion coursing through her it had only solidified to him how full of life she was, how vital and incredible she could be without a family such as this to shrivel her spirit up. No... he would have to learn to breathe without her, he would even watch her from far, protecting her if he had to... but he wouldn't cage her here, he wouldn't stamp out that light in her, the light that breathed life into him and made him want to weep and laugh at the same time. No... keeping her here? That wasn't love; it was a jail sentence. It didn't matter that his body had seem to come alive more than he had ever thought possible, it didn't matter that she made his blood race and pump as though everything was speeding up and slowing down at the same time as their bodies came together. It didn't matter. It couldn't. He would never deny that they were meant to be together; he would never deny that Riya Mathur had been born for him. To do so would be blasphemy against the love he felt for her, the all consuming need to put her first in all things... when he took the vows as they had walked around the holy fire he had promised to take care of her. What he hadn't known was that in order to do that... to truly take care of her, he would have to let her go.
And so with that sobering and sad thought he was sure his heart was imploding in on itself as he looked at her eyes now welling up with her precious tears. She could never know what each one meant to him; each drop a testament to her love for him and he had been wasting every one, pushing her away, aside, anywhere but towards him. And so yes, he had insulted her yet again, he had hurt her and pushed her away until he was sure she was afraid to trust even herself anymore. Shivam closed his eyes for a moment, wishing that simply closing his eyes would make his aching heart stop hurting so much; he looked to the floor before hiding the pain deep down where no one would even suspect it existed and then he looked to her once more. Shivam watched as she made her way to the bed and slipping herself in-between the sheets he himself had lain in only that morning, already following his words to the letter in her hopes that he would go down and eat. It seemed that she could never stop loving him; no matter how much of a bas***d he was to her, she belonged to him and it seemed she would never let him forget it. Well... he wouldn't. She did belong to him, with him. But... that didn't mean that it was written in their destiny...
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Channel V Dil Dosti Dance
Arjun
